The orc warbands that poured out of the nest roared and galloped towards the coalition phalanx, as if they were packs of wolves. The air of tyranny and desolation rushed towards him.

"Hold your pace, hold your shields - protect your brothers, hold the line!" said Sarard Ultok, who stood under the banner of the Great Army, seemed to become extremely excited, but also extremely excited, clutching the axe and gun in his hand, shouting orders to the soldiers.

"Do not flinch, do not have mercy, and sacrifice their flesh to heaven. Salald shouted, throwing away the piping heels that were draped over his shoulders, and walked to the phalanx of foot knights at the front of the formation, carrying an axe and a kite-shaped shield: "Avenge our brethren with their lives!"

The coalition soldiers who formed the shield wall locked their shields together with each other, hiding their entire bodies behind the shields, their front legs bent at their knees, retreating and tightening forward, their breathing became more and more rapid, and their hands trembling from excessive tension still did not let go of their weapons, and even tightened their grip.

"Hold steady - brothers, hold ............" The centurions, standing at the head of the procession, called out to the warriors beside them with a long slogan, staring closely at the enemy with eyes through armor and shields, calculating the distance between the two sides—a hundred, sixty, fifty, forty............

Almost at the same time, all the centurions drew their swords and puffed out their chests and shouted their commands: "Javelins-!!!"

With a scream tearing through the air, the soldiers in the back row of the coalition phalanx neatly threw the heavy javelins in their hands, row by row, and the three rows of javelins in succession were closely connected, as if they were wild geese taking off.

The neat three rows of javelins kept falling in the midst of the orc charging battle group, and the originally strong charging momentum was even paused, and the sharp javelin scraped a deep wound at the front of the orc formation.

The terrain of Broken Mountain doomed the entire coalition army to be impossible to fully deploy, which was quite unfavorable for Theodore, who had the advantage of numbers. So the initial plan was to lure the enemy out with rangers, and then the Roman heavy cavalry would divide them up and finally destroy them one by one. But it is clear that the orcs are also well aware of their strengths and weaknesses. In this way, there is no good way except for the most direct head-to-head battle.

However, the narrow terrain can also give full play to the long-range advantage of the coalition forces - there is no possibility of dodging in such a small space, and the firepower can be concentrated to the maximum. And as a javelin that was quite effective against such a heavyweight enemy, Theodore also extended it to the whole army.

One by one, the orc warriors at the forefront of the charge were caught off guard by javelins piercing their necks, chests, abdomen, and skulls...... Even penetrated the shield and penetrated the arm. Then he was pierced through the eyes by the inertial aftermath, and before he could wail, he was kicked to the ground by the orc warriors who continued to charge behind, and then stepped into a puddle of bloody mud.

"Roar—!!!" Tototsa roared, angrily throwing away the wooden shield full of arrows and javelins in his left hand, and rushed to the front of the orc warband brandishing his battle axe, and with a terrible roar, the raging orc frenzy swept through the monstrous waves and rushed towards the tightly locked shield wall.

"Bang--!!!" In an instant, the sound of violent impact spread in all directions. Despite all their efforts, the heavy infantry at the front were pushed backwards by the onslaught of the orcs, leaning on the shields of the brothers behind them, and the extremely deep and wide phalanx kept reducing the impact of the orc warriors. The formation became more and more dense.

The thick shield gave the warriors at the front on both sides no room to attack, so they could only keep pushing forward, desperately leaning their bodies against the shield, and pressing hard with their feet.

"Push forward hard -- Hold the formation!" shouted the captains at the forefront, "Stupid boys. Didn't you even eat?!Push it over-!!!"

The surging charge shook the coalition's formation, and the Orc warriors under Totoesar's command had to slowly retreat, and the increasingly crowded formation rendered any weapon useless. He could only desperately stab through the gap in the shield, and then quickly retracted.

The furious Totosa, at first glance, found the order flag in the front position of the phalanx, the scarlet eyes stared at it, the battle axe in his hand fell with a thousand jun divine power, split the shield of the soldier in front of him in half, and then slammed on his helmet, the original bowl-shaped helmet suddenly turned into a pile of rotten iron.

It was tired of these enemies, these guys who dared to stop it, these humans who blocked the onslaught of the orc warriors, it was extremely disgusted, and the orc warriors wielding tomahawks and heavy spears began to try to break through the shield wall that stood in the way, and the two sides that had been clearly divided slowly glued together.

"Hold on to the shields and push them back—!" shouted a centurion from nowhere, but the morale-filled cry was quickly drowned out by the sound of a fight. The original intact first array was torn apart by the orcs into pieces that were broken piece by piece, but still connected together.

"Long live Rome-!!!" Ustan Constantine, who was standing at the head of the queue without permission, struck the orc in front of him with the shield in his hand as if he were crazy, and before the opponent's axe could be chopped off, the sharp sword had already gone down from the top, piercing through the seemingly thick fur, and then pulling out with a burst of red.

His hands have begun to be a little paralyzed, and Ustan has always been calm, but now he has become extremely crazy, almost fighting with the orcs who rushed up as if he was not dying, the original long sword had long been broken, and he took out a guy from the dead corpse on the side, and slashed at the enemy mercilessly.

The incompetent tribune's near-frenzied actions inspired the soldiers beside him to hold their formation under the shouts of the standard-bearer, and dragged the frenzied Ustan back into the phalanx, raising his weapon and fighting the oncoming orcs, shielding them with shields.

"Mars is with us—" Urstein's eyes widened with rage, his originally beautiful horsehair helmet was long gone, and his originally stiff face became extremely hideous: "Mars is with us!"

"Mars is with us—!!!" The robes beside him responded to the heroic military tribune with louder and more neat shouts, and slowly stabilized their pace as the shield wall swayed in the wind and waves.

"The enemy is breaking through our defenses, but they don't have that much strength anymore. Salad heard shouts not far away. A curious smile suddenly appeared on his face: "That person, who is - well, no matter who he is, he is good!"

"The order was given, and the whole army began to retreat. Salald shouted, his right hand constantly playing with the sharp axe: "Be ready, try to maintain the line." ”

"Get the whole army ready. The young Grand Duke Ultok was so excited that he involuntarily licked his chapped lips: "It's time for us to charge!"

"Are you ready, El Knight?" Salald slammed the middle-aged knight beside him on the shoulder, "You only have one chance, only one time - tear their formations." Then we can win!"

"I've been living for a long time, just waiting for this moment to come, waiting to be able to do it myself...... Take back Severcro with your own hands!" Al trembled all over, it was a trembling of excitement to the extreme, clenching the two-handed big sword behind his back, and his breathing became more and more rapid: "For His Majesty the Human Emperor!"

The coalition phalanx, which had gradually begun to struggle under the repeated onslaught of the orcs, began to retreat slowly, moving backwards a little bit against the shield, and the originally scattered formation gradually gathered together and reformed a tightly connected shield wall. The battle between the two armies was originally left with corpses covered in a whole line, and the blood that seeped into the ground stained the ground with a red ribbon.

Humanity was beginning to die—though they still didn't understand what was happening, Totoesa was still thrilled by the enemy's retreat, gasping for breath and his eyes filled with tyranny. Weighing the blood-soaked battle axe in his hand, he let out another roar with a mocking grin.

At this moment all the orc warriors began to roar, the enemy flinched, and the enemy feared. The cowardly enemy did not dare to continue the battle with himself - the eyes full of murder and greed, the eyes of the prey to be slaughtered, as if the fruits of victory were already in sight.

Nevertheless. Totoxar still did not give the order to pursue, a strange premonition that the enemy was not completely defeated, nor was he retreating—the flag, the flag had not fallen, the flag that had dazzled Totoxar still stood, and he had not cut it down.

Just when Totoxa was struggling with it, the Roman legions standing in the middle of the phalanx suddenly moved to the sides, and an extremely open passage was given way, which also allowed Totoxa to see clearly that the military flag was a charging formation composed of neat infantry knights.

The Knight Commander stood at the front, raising his greatsword in his hand and raising it above his head. He was flanked by the Severcro knights who were with him, followed by the foot knights from Salion, Larria, and Mistermai, shields and swords in hand, waiting silently.

In the middle of this phalanx of arch guards, a small man who was a head shorter than everyone stood without flinching holding a large sword about as tall as himself, standing next to the chief of the El Knights, dressed in a black Roman military uniform, which looked a little dazzling, but still not as big as his size - the Gendry squire, who had been brought by Elendil, had obtained this right to participate in the battle in the name of the knight Elendil he served.

"Kid, are you scared?" Al asked with a smile, "cry when you're scared." ”

"I'm afraid ......" Gendry's voice trembled: "Can you ...... Wait until we win before we cry?"

"Of course you can—hahahahaha......" El Knight Captain was amused by him, and gritted his teeth excitedly, "Severcros—let us slaughter them!"

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